Yes, One Must Suffer, Even

A Little Candor Never Leaves Me. It Is What Protects Me.

Out Of A Hundred Years A Few Minutes Were Made That Stayed With Me, Not A Hundred Years.

He Who Makes A Paradise Of His Bread Makes A Hell Of His Hunger.

If Only I Could Leave Everything As It Is, Without Moving A Single Star Or A Single Cloud. Oh, If Only I Could!

My Father, When He Went, Made My Childhood A Gift Of A Half A Century.